The soldiers look at you with hard, deadly eyes. You can see the frustration and fury in their faces, the outcome of many sleepless nights. You sense that they have killed and that the practice no longer phases them. If they had any shred of doubt in what they were doing they would have abandoned their positions and joined the FSA.

They tell you that you are lying.

One of them hits you in the head with the butt end of his riffle. Your vision becomes shaky and then everything begins to go dark...